Stay Away | BH

Chapter 20

"What?!" I say, panic spreading through me.

"I love you, Elizabeth," he repeats his hand running through my hair.

"You can't- I can't," I start hyperventilating.

"It's okay, your not ready," he gives me a sad smile. "I just wanted you to know."

He begins moving again making me cling onto his body. After we both came from our highs, he wrapped his arms around me as he rested his head in the crook of my neck.

"How did you know?" I ask shifting around a bit.

He makes a sound that sounds like a 'hmm.'

"How did you know you loved me?" I turn around looking at him. His eyes were shut and he looked exhausted.

"When you left, for the wedding, you didn't answer my calls, my texts," he mumbles, his eyes never opening, "I thought something bad happened to you. I went crazy, and then I just sorta knew."
His eyes open lazily. "My turn to ask you something, why do you think you don't deserve me?"

I look down. "When I was younger, I had this boyfriend. I thought I loved him, but I only loved the idea of him. Somewhere after a while of dating him he became... abusive. He would hit me, throw things at me. Sometimes I would end up at the hospital. I let him do those things to me Jughead, I didn't tell anyone, not even my family," I chew on my bottom lip. "Then one might, he got real rough, and I ended up in he ER. He got arrested and I went to a group to talk, that's how I met Cheryl and her girlfriend." I look up to see his expression is pained and sympathy is written all over it. "Don't, I don't want you to feel bad. It happened, it's over. And I definitely don't want you to see me as damaged goods."

"I don't," he grabs my hand. "I'm sorry that happened to you, but that's not going to change what I feel for you Betty. Not now, not ever."

He pulls me close, his hands rubbing my back slightly.

"What if I can't say it back," I look up at him.

"I'll be fine with that," he says.

And for the time being I believed him.

*

"I have to go to the store," he messes up my hair, giving me a kiss on my forehead. "Be good."

"I will daddy," I smile up at him before shoving more lucky charms in my mouth.

He gives my hair a light tug making me look back up at him.

"I mean it Elizabeth," he pokes my nose with his finger.

"I mean it too daddy," I joke sticking my tongue up at him.

He grabs his wallet shoving it in his jeans pocket.

"Do you need anything Babygirl?" He slips his coat on looking at me.

"Candy?" I stick my bottom lip out, looking at him.

"I'll think about it," he pats my head. "I should be out too long. Bye, I love you."

*

"Please?" I rest my hands on his chest.

I was currently begging for another piece of candy.

"I said no more," he sighs.

"Please?!" I gently thrust my hips against his lap.

He gives me a pained expression gripping my waist tightly.

"I said no," he growls.

"But there so yummy," I pout, slouching against him.

"You know what else is yummy?" He lifts my chin making me look at him.

"What?"

"You," he snakes his arm around me pressing me closer to him. He nibbles on my neck making me giggle.

"Stop! It tickles," I shift around on his lap trying to escape.

I feel something hard against my thigh.

"Aww," I smile, "did I make Daddy hard?"

I begin to palm him through his pants giving him a devilish grin. He groans grabbing my wrist pushing it away. He lifts me up tugging my shorts down.

"These are cute," he smiles at my light peach underwear that had 'Daddy' written in red on them.

"I wore them for you," I blush staring down at him.

He pulls his own pants and underwear down, he grabs me pulling me back on his lap.

He pushes my panties aside teasing my folds with his fingers. I lean down kissing his neck. Jughead shoves himself into me leaving my breathless.

"Choke me," I say surprising both him and I.

He brings his his hand up to my neck squeezing it with just the right amount of pleasure. He uses his other hand to rub at my clit causing me to arch my back into him.

"Cum for me," he says, his pupils dilated.

I groan resting my head on his shoulder letting go. As I come down from my high I look up at him feeling my heart slowing down. He lays us down so my head is resting on his chest.

"I love you," he mumbles grabbing a quilt to cover us with.

I know. I think I love you too.

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Me actually writing? Never heard of her.

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